crossestheline | 1st Resurrection. Voice.

1st Resurrection. Voice.

You know, there are easier ways to get a guy's attention. I know I'm not the easiest guy to get a hold of, but you could try the old fashioned way, and put something up on the sky. Leave a message on a wall, or anything that doesn't include zapping me into space.

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate you saving my ass and all, but I don't do the whole "space travel" thing any more. Though something tells me you're not going to take "no" for an answer, are you?

[Spam.]

[Jason blathers away into the device he discovered, hoping it grabs the attention of whoever is responsible for him being here. Maybe it will distract them and keep them from collecting him right away. In the meantime, he's making his way through the different floors of the Barge, trying to gather anything he can turn into a weapon and gain some information on his current whereabouts.]

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[WHAT.]

I didn't know you did space travel.

[ Fun fact of the day! And really, it's not just the voice she recognizes (because sometimes people share voices and it's weird) but the tone and the words. And the signal in the sky reference. ]

Welcome to Space Prison.

No, I am certain the Admiral will not.

[As his reaction automatically leads to the assumption that he is designated inmate, and thus here for reasons he most likely will recall soon enough.]

[Oh fucking motherfuck fuck his life he hates everything B(]

Tell me the last thing you remember.

[Even if they hadn't talked during fourth wall, Cass would still know him. She's seen his picture, she knows the stories. He's the don't do that example everyone always implied, the one her Bruce thought she was so similar to. And she sees it, sometimes. She understands why Bruce thought Shiva was his mother too. It makes sense.

It's easy to talk a big game when you're all the way out in space, he'd said. And suddenly, he's in space too. He's on her floor, even. He's close to home, it wouldn't even take a whole minute to visit him if she wanted to. But she doesn't. She wants to watch him, study him, figure out why he's here and what he wants.

She puts the costume on before she goes out. He might attack, she might need the protection, she wants the cowl to cover her face. She's sneaking behind him, but there aren't many shadows to hide in yet, but she knows if he'll turn. She can either hide in doorways or around corners, or if she starts feeling extra daring maybe she'll get up so close she could touch him, just duck around when he turns.

For now, she's hanging back as she follows him.]

How late to the welcome wagon am I?

[Barbara hasn't left her room much, since the Overlook. She hasn't talked with many people. It's easier than ever to keep her distance.

But she's sweaty and aching and tired and dammit, sometimes you just need a good swim.

So she slid into a bathing suit, wrapped her legs, pulled on some sweats, and headed out to the pool.

She didn't expect to find Jason on the deck. Her hands skid to a stop on her wheels, mouth falling open.]

Jay?

No, but he will shackle you to some poor idiot for the rest of your trip. Or are you just chatting yourself up?

Some people would call this an 'adventure'.

[But it is nice to hear someone with a sense of humor.]

What-

[Private]

Jason?

[You had better remember him, Light damn it.]

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